Arkanline
(#29553365)
Emperor of Lost Flame; Formerly Arkan
Familiar
Ferberus
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Energy: 9/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
30.76 m
Wingspan
21.45 m
Weight
7344.09 kg
Genetics
Clay
Metallic
Metallic
Latte
Shimmer
Shimmer
Bubblegum
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
⚔ Arkanline ⚔
Emperor of Lost Flame | Former Night Hunter | Ground Protector
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-Before His Final Death-
As those last few seconds passed, his view of his beloved faded to darkness. Arkan awoke to the cool, soothing claws of another against his head, but even when he felt his eyes open, he couldn't see the face of the unknown Dragon. Is it night? Why isn't a candle lit? The Imperial was confused as he tilted his head towards the claws as they instantly drew back with an audible gasp. Blinking but still not able to see, Arkan closed his eyes as he tried desperately to remember what happened.... Nothing... I remember... Nothing... This brought more confusion to the Imperial: Why couldn't he remember what happened that caused him to end up in a bed in such a dark room? The only thing he could remember before the blank, white fog of his memory was... someone calling out to him... Who? And why? As he laid there with his eyes open, staring into dark nothingness, he could hear that whoever was there with him moving throughout the room, open a door, and promptly closing it again, leaving him in a silent abyss. It wasn't until the next time he opened his eyes to nothingness that he realized something was desperately wrong. He could hear whispers in the same room, like a quiet but heated debate, but he still couldn't see anything. Not being able to take the darkness any longer, he spoke up, asking why there was no light in the room. The whispers instantly ceased, and after the soft sounds of shuffling to his left, a sweet, beautiful voice spoke. "My dear... I really hate to say, but it is daytime, and all of the windows are open," the voice said in a calming, soothing voice, but it did nothing to stop the pain that instantly formed in the Imperial's head. It's daytime? Then why... He stopped thinking, as deep down he already knew the answer. The soft voice spoke up again, murmuring sweet yet sorrowful words, all the while gently stroking the Imperial's head with those same cool claws he first awoke to. I will never be able to see again... The Imperial thought as he closed his eyes, the darkness continually unending... |
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-After His Final Deathh-
It was inevitable that something would go wrong. Though only a few managed to survive the Library's Fire, thanks to the wonders of the more healing proficient members of the Clan, some were inevitably lost. And Thea, unable to have her love once again lost to her, sought out help from Bella, pleading the necromancer to bring him back, as he's been brought back before, injured permanently but still alive. Bella warned her of messing with Nature, but ultimately agreed. But, Arkan died with those he called brethren, his dearest friends Lance and Cymbeline, and was buried between them in the Clan's graveyard to honor them. Arkan came back. But he didn't come back alone. The Clan was collectively horrified of what they decided to do, of what they did, and the Clan met as a group in a rare conference to decide. And, in the end, they decided what done was done, and they would protect their own, for all that they weren't wholly aware. Thea was tasked in helping the confused, newly resurrected Emperor, a task she took with grace and care. The Emperor was dubbed Arkanline, a conglomerate of the names of those who made them up; something they questioned the jumbled being and were not quite surprised to find true. To keep them safe, they had a structure built just for them at the edge of the grounds, away from where outsiders might come across them and from the more curious and mischievous of the Clan; they remain there and the surrounding woods to this day, polite and kind as a confused being who shouldn't be could. |
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-Arkanline; The Emperor of Lost Flame-
Ark-lan-beline was... confused. They knew they shouldn't be, were once a him - and him and him - but now they were them. Some of the others - Clanmates, allies, friends - referred to them as 'Arkanline', but that didn't sound... quite right. Memories swirled through them, ones that clashed and shattered and didn't make sense; that part of them couldn't see while the rest could; that they were fairly sure they had too many appendages but not nearly enough for all of them. They never tried to fly; walking with different thoughts and ideas and pain was too much as it was. In their quiet woods - they liked their woods, a place just for them, they had been told, and they liked that - while some other visited from time to time, the only constant beside their Familiar whom they weren't quite sure why stuck around, Lorelei, was Thea. The Ridgeback was there from the beginning and she never really left; they appreciated that about her, felt close to her for that reason, though a part of them - the part that sight hadn't really functioned for them in a long, long time - felt something closer than kinship, but the rest disagreed. They cared for her, and that was that. It was always nice when they had other visitors, however, despite how few and far they were, particularly the bright-eyed hatchlings and juveniles of the Clan with warm laughter and bright eyes; they were great distraction in the frustration and pain of learning how to be a them rather than a him and him and him. They grew to learn the differences, however, and the semantics; that they were now a them, and that was that. If they got into internal arguments about certain peculiarities and likes and dislikes, however, that was for only them to really know. |
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INVENTORY
RELATIONS
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Father's Side: Helios & Maeve Corellon |
Mother's Side: Minstim & Jaundice Sehanine |
Lore Notes:
- A Night Hunter (Fighter, Research)
- He's blind. :P
- Doesn't realize it, but has died several times; last time Bella used necromancy to bring him back.
- Possible mate for Thea, as she's grown very worried and cares for him.
- His Familiar (TBD) has been instructed by Clan to watch him like a hawk
(Arkan end have ended up as an Emperor with Lance and Cymbeline...)
Arkan - Emperor (#3.3)
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